"Peng!"
Several Protective Talismans on Fang Zheng activated spontaneously, and the protective artifact obtained from the Mad Daoist flickered with Spiritual Light.
Yet.
All were crushed by the Soul-Locking Clasp.
"Die!"
The sword tip pointed directly at the throat's skin.
"Ding..."
A melodious clash sounded, a shadowy figure enveloped Fang Zheng, blocking the incoming sword blade.
At the same time.
A terrifying Yin Energy erupted from the scene.
Ghost King!
Zhao Xuejun's heart pounded wildly.
Not only because of the sudden appearance of the Ghost King, but she also realized her Soul-Stunning Needle had failed to work.
How is this possible?
Could it be that the opponent has a Secret Treasure or Secret Technique that protects the Primordial Spirit?
"Swish!"
As her thoughts turned, her figure vanished from its spot, transforming into a phantom shadow retreating swiftly.
The path of an assassin, if one strike misses, retreat a thousand miles.
